I saw this on Pinterest this morning. While my kids don’t have wee little hands anymore, it is the perfect prayer for this insomniac mom.
Thought I would share this with you. It may be words you need to hear too.
Back to school for my kids tomorrow! Woo Hoo!
I know there are moms out there who love spending every single moment with their kids. Moms who are quite sad when it’s time to let them go back to school. I’ve met them. They are
crazy awesome. But I don’t think they love their kids more than I love mine. I ADORE my kids! They are the best thing I ever did. It’s just that I’m happy when it’s time for school to start. I admit it! I’m GIDDY! Tomorrow I will be doing the happy dance, even though I have to wake up at 5:30 to get my high schooler on his way. Oh happy days are here again…!
Cuz by the end of summer, this is what I tend to look like…
It won’t be easy getting use to our new, very early routine. But I’m confident all will go well tomorrow.
My daughter’s schedule stays the same as last year. She is excited for school to start. She’ll be up on her own and ready to go!
Summer has officially begun for us. Friday was my son’s last day of middle school. Last day! Where did those three years go? Hubby and I attended his eighth grade graduation on Friday. Shockingly, I didn’t cry! Maybe I was just too proud.
Since this is my blog, I’m going to brag a little about my son. He received a medal for the highest average in science. He received a ribbon from having all “A’s” for the last quarter and for the entire year. Actually, he had straight A’s all through middle school, but they didn’t recognize that. So I am… my boy is a genius! 😉
If you know me and my Hubby, then you would know that my son’s math and science skills comes from Hubby. I don’t see me in my son at all (well, maybe his sense of humor and he is awfully cute!). But I’m still going to take credit for his brilliantness. I birthed him after all. And just because I couldn’t help him with his homework after the fourth grade, and that may be stretching it a bit, I’m sure it was my warm, nurturing, charming, supportive self that made him as smart as he is today. Or not. Whatever. I’m still proud! I love you my son!
My Mom gave me her old jewelry box to either redo and/or give to my daughter. It sat in my sewing room for a while. I was going to use it for the little things that need a home, like pins and needles and such. But as I was cleaning out my jewelry basket the other day, I realized how completely unorganized my jewelry was. It was all thrown together in a big tangled mess.
So out came Mom’s jewelry box. I remember when I was little, my sister and I would go through this jewelry box, opening one drawer at a time, mesmerized by her jewelry. Each drawer had a purpose and each drawer was filled with treasures. It was always a big deal to us when Mom let us look through her jewelry box.
After I got all my jewelry organized, my daughter came in to see what I was doing. Her eyes got wide when she saw the jewelry box. She asked if she could look inside. As she stood in awe opening every drawer one at a time, the feeling of deja vu was overwhelming. It was both cool and disturbing though. Cool that my daughter was looking through my jewelry box with the same sense of wonder I had when I looked through my Mom’s jewelry box, but disturbing because I don’t know when I got old enough to watch my daughter experience things that I so clearly remember when I was her age!
Who knows. Maybe some day she will have this jewelry box and her daughter will ask to look side. And she will have the same feelings and the same memories I have as she watches her wide-eyed daughter open every drawer. Perhaps she will also wonder, like me and probably my Mom, where the time went!